Porch

  I love porches. They are architects of hope. Lifted. Waiting. Restful. Welcoming. I have owned porches with a partner in the past. Perfect porches littered with backpacks, bikes, skateboards, fairy dust. I rent now. Porches are mothers. Permanent. Shelter. Safely lighting the way home. Always. This morning I am sitting on mine. Alone. Coffee….

Sons

Somewhere. Out there. Is a son. He has her cells. He looks through her eyes, speaks through her mouth with words she taught him to say decades ago. Her cells go on a walk. Her cells play guitar through the fingers that once fit in the palm of her hand. Somewhere. In there. Is a…

Lachrymal

This word has been chasing me. In and out of my mind, like a song you hear and can’t stop singing. No reason, really. I haven’t been studying anything related to it. Haven’t seen it written, nor heard it spoken. And yet, it has chased my consciousness down to this moment when finally tired of…

Saturday

Sorry. Apologizing for disappointing. Constantly disappointing someone, either in their head or mine. Enough. Wondering if my work performance is related to my sense of constantly disappointing others. Wondering more deeply why it matters as no one is keeping score. Doubt. Second-guessing myself constantly. Guilt. See above. Reason. Give me one to get out of…